It was definitely not long until the servants arrived. There were 10 of them, ready for anything and everything!

They knocked on the door, waiting for the attack they thought Deuce had planned; what did greet them when the door opened, however, was Cleo, stood waiting with all of her luggage, including that day's shopping haul. "What took you so long?" she asked, handing one of her bags to the servant who had knocked. She really did hope that her plan worked when she got home, because otherwise this all would had been a royal mistake.

The servants were quite surprised when they saw how Cleo reacted. That was not what they had expected, but, okay, it just made the whole situation a lot easier.

…Especially after playing the compliment-game with Nefera for 3 straight hours. Some of the servants had been punished for telling a compliment twice, so they were in no fight-mood today.

They brought Cleo home as fast as they could because Ramses had been both furious and impatient. Making him wait any longer would be anything but good, and Nefera surely waited for them to come back too. She needed adoration, attention, compliments and approval just like a drug and Ramses had clearly been in no mood to give her some of it. Not today. Not after the telephone conversation with… that uneducated slacker without any respect!

When Cleo and the servants entered the palace, Ramses was, of course, already standing there, waiting for his daughter. Nefera was, as usual, by his side. She had a smirk on her face, waiting for the fight that was hopefully going to happen.

Standing in front of her father and sister, Cleo looked straight up at her dad's face - or, what was visible of it from beneath his bandages. "I'm sorry for leaving, Daddy, I should have known better."

"Is that all you have to say?!"

Don't overreact, Ramses, don't overreact…

"And… you were completely right. I should stay here, and focus on bettering myself as a de Nile. Obviously, it's up to you to decide how I should be punished for disobeying you…" she looked towards her sister "…. But I think perhaps I should help Nefera prepare for her audition, and maybe accompany her there? I have a lot to learn from her, and I'm sure she will lead be example; you are still going to your appointment, aren't you, Nefera?"

Nefera, who had been impatiently waiting for her sister to be punished, didn't like this question at all! The appointment with the agency was in three days, and Nefera did not prepare for it at all. Right when she had heard that she had to go to an audition again, Nefera knew that she couldn't possibly go there. She maybe wouldn't win, and failing was something she could not deal with. Not again.

Nefera was highly afraid of meeting to this agency. What if there was a model better than her? Taller? Prettier? Skinnier? She could impossibly risk that.

Nefera was unable to show any weaknesses or, Ra forbid, FLAWS. Especially not in front of her father. So she couldn't voice her true feelings about this appointment. She had to lie… Again.

Nefera was living in a world full of lies anyway. She didn't notice the fact that this false self was something she just made up in her little dream world. Sadly, nobody did…

"Of course I am! But I don't want you there! It is only for true models and I am still pained by the way you and Deuce have hurt me again."

What was Nefera talking about? She had probably made up another scenario or lie in her head, and now she believed it. Again and again. That's always how it was.

"But we didn't–" Cleo cut herself off, remembering that her father was listening, and that he certainly wasn't on her side in this. "Well, Daddy, what will you have me do?"

Ramses held Nefera back from pulling the 'I-could-have-died'-card. Just like Ramses, his eldest daughter liked to overreact badly. We didn't want her to faint again, did we?

"Cleo! I am certain that you did not understand the seriousness of this situation at all. No lectures will help you, because you will not listen and break my rules anyway. You enjoy doing that, don't you?

Yelling at you will not work either, because you do not seem to care about my opinion and rules. You do not understand what you did wrong, daughter, did you?

You would just go out to that slacker again and waste your time with him, not caring about me, your sister or the fact that commoners are extremely low on the pyramid.

Your task is to go to your room and write everything you did wrong. Everything! 'I ran away from home and that was wrong.' 'I did not listen to my father and that was wrong.' 'I refused to accept the rules my father had made and that was wrong.' There is much more you will have to write.

And to make sure that you will listen to me this time, I will send at least two servants to your room. They will be there. Always. You will break up with that boy and you will not go to Monster High again. I will make that clear. Your sister will go to her audition alone and you and the servants will go to your room again and do what I told you to. I want to see the results when you are done with accepting your mistakes.

Understood?"

"Completely."

Cleo followed the two supervisory servants back to her room, with the several carrying her bags in tow. With the new iCoffin she had just bought, she was made to call Deuce, again. Her precise words this time round were "My father isn't going to allow me to date you, or go back to Monster High." which wasn't exactly a breakup, but it was close enough to not get her in trouble.

Then of course it was time for the list.

She started out just as her father had said; 'I ran away from home, disregarding my punishment, and that was wrong.' 'I did not listen to my father or sister and that was wrong.' 'I refused to abide by the rules my father had made and that was wrong.'

But it wasn't long until her essay transcended into something else entirely, writing instead things like, 'I thought that I might be able to date someone that I liked and have him accepted, but I was very wrong, because obviously a princess is not allowed to love someone below her station and can only be with someone that her father approves of in terms of wealth and royal upbringing.' and 'I wanted to continue on at Monster High, thinking that perhaps I could both continue with my education and build up a social repertoire of monsters who would one day no doubt big big names, but I was wrong about wanting to do this because they are all just commoners who will never amount to anything and will only hold me back from my own studies and royal expectations of future unlife.'

By the time she had finished writing, the pages were practically dripping with sarcasm, but she had done as he had asked, hasn't she? And being the very serious man that he was, her father would no doubt read Cleo's words as literal admissions of her guilt anyway. She handed it to one of the servants to take to Ramses with no shame over what she had written.